Stockholm Syndrome / L.S.

chapter six

Louis finally finished cleaning up Harry, stopping the bath and wrapping him up a big, fluffy pink towel. Harry was quite small, so Louis wasn't a bit imitated to carry him back to the room. His baby.. Harry does look like a baby to be honest. With his cute pout lips and smooth skin. And since he got a bath, he looks extremely refreshed and gorgeous. 

Louis lays out new clothes for Harry, setting down an over sized sweater and some leggings he stole from his sister a while back because he wanted them. Simple as that. Harry smiled at Louis, standing up to kiss his cheek before Louis exited the room. Harry slowly shut the door, nibbling onto his bottom lip. 

He knew for a fact that Louis would be gullible and fall into Harry's little trap. Louis is desperate. It's so obvious. Louis is desperate for any type of love he can recieve from anything or anyone. That's what it's like to be all alone and quite sad. You turn gulilble and get attached to people who are nice to you. Who show you attention. But they'll eventually go away. Harry had to learn that the hard way.

Harry slips on his boxers first then the cute leggings and loose sweater, feeling extremely comfortable in the outfit Louis picked out. Harry hasn't exactly ever worn girly clothes or anything, but he kind of liked it. It made him feel pretty. 

Harry didn't know what to do now. Did he call Louis back in here to tell him he's all the way changed? Does he step outside the room to go find him? Well-- Harry is a pretty curious person so might as well snoop around in chances to find Louis to tell him he's done getting changed.

Harry takes a deep breath before exiting the dim room, going into the hallway that was actually cleaner than it was the first time Harry seen it. Little pictures on the wall are straightened and stains that used to appear on the wall are gone. Harry walks along the hall, smiling at pictures of four girls and a woman, who must be the mum smiling widely for the picture. Another one is Louis holding two new born babies. The thing is, the babies look terrified and Louis is the cause of it. Deep bags circle under his eyes with a bad look of stubble going on. His hair all over as if it hasn't been washed in days. Harry wonders how his mum feels about him. 

Harry shakes his head and enters the living room, seeing it to appear quite clean as well. The hard wood floors are swept and the couch has it's pillows in order and smells quite nice. Like fresh linen. Not exactly the smell of vanilla Harry's used to that filled his home. But it would do. 

Harry made a turn into the kitchen, automatically stopping in his tracks when he noticed Louis with a baggie full of pills and a bottle of whiskey right by him. He couldn't possibly be taking enough to kill himself. Probably some for hallucination or something. 

"I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to--" Harry stutters, completely lost for words because now he may get into trouble. He just needs to tell him he's changed but it feels like his tongue is tied. Louis just makes him so scared.

Louis just shakes his head with a chuckle, taking two pills out of the bag and plopping them into his mouth before taking a swing of the whiskey. Harry still stands awkwardly, nibbling down onto his bottom lip in nervousness. "P-Please don't be mad." Harry panics, voice full of desperation.

"No, no. Come here Harry baby.  I'd never be mad at you." Louis begins as Harry takes slow and hesitant steps towards him. Once he is by the chair Louis is sitting in, Louis pulls Harry onto his lap and begins stroking his hair. "So lovely. So beautiful and strong. My baby."

Harry begins to blush, a soft giggle escaping past his lips. Niall never talked to him this way. He'd only call him 'H' or 'Haz'. Never has he called Harry 'baby' or 'lovely'. It makes Harry feel nice and develope swarming butterflies in his stomach. "I'm not beautiful..." Harry whispers, still blushing a flushed pink. 

Louis furrows his eyebrows and shakes his head. He takes his finger and twirls one of Harry's curls around it. "No, no. You are though. You have beautiful curly locks and green eyes. I'm so lucky I have a beautiful boy." Louis mumbles, leaning up to nuzzle into Harry's neck, "So lovely and beautiful. All mine." Louis' lips leans up to the shell of Harry's ear, his breath panting against him. "You're never going to get away from me, Haz." Louis whispers.

Harry freezes and gulps, throat going dry. Harry can't reall defend himself. Louis has control of mostly everything. In order to leave-- or have more freedom, Harry has to persuade Louis that he wants to stay. "I know. I don't want to be away from you, anyways." Harry lies, guilt filling up his system.

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I'm mad at Haz for lying. Oh well.. He needs to somehow get out, right? Ahahaa.

QUESTION: Why do you think Louis wants Harry to be his baby so badly?

Love you all, Clarice xx